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**Disclamier: I do now own WMC in any way, shape, or form. Although I would love to. Also, I�do now own the song, it is a song from Heather Nova.

Chapter 1: I Need You

How can one kiss affect me this much?

It was on her mind again, dissolving every thread of her being. It wasnrsquo;t like it was the first kiss or even the best kiss of her life. So why was Cindy Thomas the life in her dreams, the blood in her veins? Sighing, Jill opened her sleepless eyes and sat up in her four-poster bed.

I am Jill Bernhardt, damn it. I am the Deputy District Attorney; I make grown men cry on the stand. So, why canrsquo;t I handle one kiss? It meant nothing after all.

Satisfied with her self-denial, Jill settled back into her illusion of sleep. Allowing sleep to envelop her, she ended the night with one final thought.

Wasnrsquo;t it?

In the morning light, Jill showered and dressed for another trying day in court. All thoughts from the night before were banished the instant she began going through the dayrsquo;s schedule. Sitting down at the kitchen counter with her morning coffee, she went over her current case for the last time. Today held closing arguments in a case that Jill was positive she had in the bag. The defendant would be convicted of rape and serve a sentence of twenty-five to life, hopefully without parole.

This particular case had proven to be very trying on Jillrsquo;s personal life. It had invaded every thought, every move that she had made for the past two weeks. Maybe it was that she related so well to the victim. Or maybe, just maybe it was because she could have been that victim. Whatever the reason, it left her cold to the defendant when she tore him apart on the stand. He hadnrsquo;t confessed, mind you, that would have been far too easy, but he had pleaded insanity. Something, Jill was almost positive, the jury was not buying into.

As Jill finished off her coffee and headed for the door, her cell phone rang with one particular ringtone that left her shaking and completely dismantled.

Itrsquo;s only love, but love should make us strong.

Itrsquo;s only love, but love has been hurting so long.

And itrsquo;s all a part of me.

It tears at my heart.

Only love.

Tapping nervously on her desk, Cindy paced back and forth through her apartment. She had attempted to contact Jill twice already and the attorney had avoided both calls. Hearing Jillrsquo;s voicemail for the third time, Cindy sighed with disappointment and hung up without leaving a message.

ldquo;Itrsquo;s official, Jill hates me.rdquo; Cindy said to herself as she hung her head and collapsed backwards onto her sofa.

Sitting in the silence, Cindy felt childish. She had kissed Jill. Not only that. She had kissed Jill and she liked it.

Eight hours and four coffees later, Cindy was preparing to leave her beloved crime desk position, after a long day of writing bliss, when her cell phone began playing that particular song that was specifically for Jill. Forgetting to breath for a minute, Cindy inhaled and pressed the talk button on her phone.

ldquo;Hello?rdquo; She asked almost disbelievingly.

From the other side of the phone Jill sat nervously at her desk shaking.

ldquo;Cindy, Ihellip;rdquo; Jillrsquo;s voice cracked the minute she spoke Cindyrsquo;s name, ldquo;I-I need you.rdquo;

Hearing the distress in Jillrsquo;s voice, Cindy instantly jumped from her desk snatching her keys in the process.

ldquo;Where are you?rdquo; Hearing Jill cry was all it took to send Cindy into a frenzy of emotions.

Why was Jill crying? Who was she killing? All these questions would have to wait though, Cindy decided as she raced for her car. Jill needed her now, figuring out why could wait.

Upon arriving at the San Francisco DArsquo;s Office, Cindy barged in through the glass doors only to be stopped by the night guard. This particular guard Cindy had seen twice recently and knew that she was in for a hard time. Standing around 6rsquo; 2rdquo; with baby blues that could hypnotize moon, he waited patiently by the elevator.

ldquo;Excuse me miss, but yoursquo;re not allowed in here.rdquo; He spoke softly, almost gentlemanly to her.

While he was gorgeous, he was still a guard and he held his position as such. Normally Cindy would have wasted time arguing with him until Jill came for her, but she was not in the mood. This man stood between her and Jill; he would get out of the way.

Without bothering to acknowledge the guard, Cindy ducked into the nearest elevator and pressed the lsquo;close doorrsquo; button before the guard could catch up with her. As the cold metal doors closed, she saw the guard lunging for the elevator, just to miss it by an inch.

When the elevator commotion faded away, Cindy found only one thing was left for her brain to concentrate on.

Jill.

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